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Do you have any advice for someone else who is in the very beginning stages of the "life is a precious gift rapidly escaping me, I have to change to become someone better and be happy before I've wasted all of it" transition? I'm tired of losing so much life and joy to grief and trauma and I also want to start creating and seeing and enjoying as much as I can for my tiny time as a carbon based lifeform but it's overwhelming to say the least

Actively seek out things that inspire wonder

Look for the good parts. There are good parts. There are interesting parts. There will always be good and interesting parts.

Treat yourself kindly. This one is difficult.

Do things out of ridiculous whimsy.

Practice cog itive behavioural exercises to self-examine and address beliefs and behaviors that are causing suffering.

Don't argue when people compliment you.

Don't rush yourself, and don't assume it'll be like this forever when you have a backslide. These things happen. Over time, they happen less.

Be honest with the people you love and trust.

Tell people how much they mean to you and what you like about them.

Help others and find satisfaction in being the stranger that did something good

Consider speaking to a medical professional, my antidepressants and anti-anxiety medical took some time to figure out but life is WAY better.

Have a silly little craft or hobby.

Let yourself be bored sometimes. Stand outside in the rain and let yourself get wet. Go on a walk. Put your phone in a different room and wander off. Meet up with a friend and go on a long walk together to nowhere in particular

Start doing things because you want to and it feels good, not just because you think it's something you should say yes to.

Say yes to things.

Take a random day of the week and go into a store or a business you've never been in before.

Compliment strangers when something about them is striking.

Read books and watch movies that make you feel the exact right amount of ecstatic and embarrassed, and make all the silly noises about it.

Collect scraps of fabric and little trinkets and all the little textures and colours you love and stash them in a shoebox or something like a tiny dragon's hoard.

Start a collection of something small and inexpensive. Like corks.

Make food with ingredients you've never used before

Make long lists of all your favorite things- flowers, bugs, songs, foods, places

Start a trash-book to fill with scraps of neat wrappers and bits of paper and colored fabric from old ruined clothes

Imagine yourself as a alien from a dead and barren world who has just arrived on this planet for the very first time and imagine how excited you would be by every little thing

Cannot recommend enough that you befriend a creature

cluelesspigeons

Flowers?

A Hualian ficlet

word count: 717 prompt: tulip (big thx to @nelweensfic for the prompt)

“Gege, what are you doing?”

With his fingers still in the dirt, Xie Lian looked up at Hua Cheng. “I believe I’m planting flowers.”

“Flowers?” Hua Cheng raised an eyebrow. He glanced down at the small sprouts of green that peaked out of the earth.

“Yes.” Xie Lian nodded, wiping his dirty hands on his white robes. Hua Cheng sucked in a surprised breath.

“A travelling merchant came by the shrine a little bit ago,” Xie Lian continued, “He said he came from a faraway land, and showed me these.” He held up a little brown ball with small sprouts of green growing out of it. “He called them tulips. Some kind of flowers from his home land.”

“Flowers…” Hua Cheng mumbled. His eye narrowed suspiciously as he glanced at the planted flowers once more. “Gege’s sure they’re just flowers?”

Confused, Xie Lian furrowed his eyebrows. He stood from where he had been kneeling on the ground, Hua Cheng immediately reaching out to help him up. “Well… yes? The travelling merchant told me they were. I did not detect any malice behind his actions.”

“Hmm, I see.”

Hua Cheng looked thoughtful, though he didn’t ask any further. Instead, he took Xie Lian’s hands in his own, bringing them to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on each one. “Gege shouldn’t be dirtying these precious hands,” he said softly, one corner of his mouth lifting up in a half-smile. “I know some better ways they could be useful instead.”

As those words left Hua Cheng’s mouth, Xie Lian could feel the tips of his ears burning hot. “San Lang!” he exclaimed, playfully smacking the side of Hua Cheng’s arm.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

~*~

They didn’t return to the shrine for a little while. It was only a couple of weeks later, after a rather stressful mission that had brought them to the desert once more, that they could finally go back to the tranquil haven Xie Lian had created over the years.

He took a deep breath, savouring the sweet smell of the blooming plum trees around them. “I feel like I could sleep for days.”

“Oh?” Hua Cheng turned to look at Xie Lian. His expression looked slightly concerned. “Does Gege need to borrow more spiritual power?”

Xie Lian chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine for a little longer.” He wrapped his arms around Hua Cheng’s waist. “This mission was just… mentally more taxing than usual.”

“Hmm.” Hua Cheng nodded, placing a gentle kiss on Xie Lian’s forehead. “We can rest for however long you want.”

Eyes closed, Xie Lian hummed happily. “That sounds heavenly.”

The two of them made their way further into the garden of the shrine. They passed the small patch of now blooming tulips. Xie Lian glanced down, frowning.

“San Lang,” he started, crouching down to inspect the flowers more closely, “do you notice there aren’t as many tulips here as I planted before or am I finally going crazy?”

“Ah…” Hua Cheng kneeled next to Xie Lian, scratching the back of his neck. “About that…”

Xie Lian turned to Hua Cheng, confused. “Did something happen?”

“Some of those flowers weren’t real flowers,” Hua Cheng said. “They were ghosts disguised as tulips. But I had sensed them when you were planting them. So I got rid of them before they could do anything.”

“Ghosts?” Xie Lian tilted his head to the side, confusion written all over his face. “But I didn’t sense anything at all…”

“They were ghosts I had never seen before,” Hua Cheng continued. “They might have come from the travelling merchant’s home land. That might be why Gege couldn’t sense them. Their energy felt… different.”

“I see…” Xie Lian looked at the handful of tulips that remained. There weren’t many left but at least they were pretty.

Hua Cheng took one of Xie Lian’s hands in his and tangled their fingers together. “I can get more tulips if Gege still wants some?”

Xie Lian smiled, leaning closer and giving Hua Cheng a tender kiss on the cheek. “I appreciate the gesture, San Lang. Thank you.” He laid his head on Hua Cheng’s shoulder as he continued to admire the tulips. “We can get some another time. Now, I just really want to rest.”

Thank you for reading!! This is the first little bit of writing i've completed in MONTHS so i'm happy i could share it! It's not long, and it's not much but i'm definitely planning on writing more of these smaller fics until i can finally find the passion and motivation to continue writing longer ones. If you want to send me a prompt that you want me to write about these two, you can always send me one in my inbox. I'm open for suggestions :))

coffebits

Happy 40th anniversary! 🌱 have the heroes on a casual subway ride✨ here’s to many more legends!✨

melita-m

“He'd come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real.”

I’m not gonna lie it’s borderline embarrassing how long I’ve worked on this that I’ve spend 2 days tryna figure out how to caption it to make it less embarrassing but oh well. It also made me realise the banner says exy ncaa instead of ncaa exy but at this point that’s none of my business

Short of being inside Nora’s head here is a (mostly) (I think) biblically accurate and to scale model of the Foxhole Court and Nora I have a several questions.

Also rendered so many images of this I had like 50 cameras in the scene would y’all care if I just did a photo dump.

God I have so many things to say about working on this I had to restart like 8 times it was a mess but if I start I won't be able to stop Imao though if anyone's interested in a breakdown of all the sections and materials I would be more than happy to make a post yapping about it.

Viewport renders below

hichufox

WIP of an aftg drag path animatic

monstermonger

Keeper of the garden

lonuktirarts

Finaly I‘m Done, This is my work for @/banalras DTIYS Challenge. I hope she likes it, it’s also one of my Best works, it costed me almost 15 Hours to draw this. What I really wanted to do to is to add the Nice paterns she used for the clothes, but I could not manage it sadly.

davinciwannabesblog

Introducing mystery commissions!

For a price of your choice (minimum of 5 euros), you will get a commission worth that price or more!

The only catch is that I can do whatever I want (within your boundaries for the character, ofcourse)

You can find these on my kofi!

instigatorjosten

Andrew being a goal keeper was quite literally the peak of character building in the entire literature history.

wdym he is THE protector of the team during a game? he is THE last line of defense? he has EVERYONE’s back? and he is AMAZING AT IT?!

and not just in the metaphorical sense (although as establish that too) but down to a literal physical level too. like? oh my god of course the character with the best reflexes that won’t let a ball past him is the character that grew up abused and constantly aware of his surroundings. and of courseeee the character that has issues with being touched and struggles to protect himself from abusers is the one wearing the most padding on the court.

nora you own my heart